Oh, Moar Powah readers, there comes a time in every critic’s life when they lose all hope for the medium or hobby or topic they enjoyed talking about. Thankfully I haven’t hit that point in my career yet, but there are just some days when I feel like horror movies might be dead forever…and everyone cheering its demise.
Case in point, Sam Raimi’s 2009 major-let-down-critic-favorite Drag Me to Hell. And no, I’m not even going to try and make a good transition here, I just want to never speak of this film again.
